Ithu Manthramo Thanthramo Kuthanthramo Malayalam Movie
Having been through some films, you remain in a daze for a long time, and keep wondering about the thunderbolt that had just hit you on the head. There is this weirdo film titled 'Ithu Manthramo Thanthramo Kuthanthramo?' that has just graced the screens, and its gonna take some time, before I get over this 'cinematic experience'.
Why bother about the story when the makers themselves haven't got a clue as to what they are talking about? Suffice to say that the film involves three young men, played by Murali Krishnan, Beyon and Dhananjay, who steal the idol from a temple, in an effort to garner some quick cash. The investigative officer (Suraj Venjarammoodu) expectedly cannot make head or tail of the case, and hence a spiritual guru Bhupathi (Mukesh) is brought in, to nab the culprits.
The film starts off with some incredibly spelt title cards that includes 'stunds' and which proclaims that the music has been released on 'East Cost'. It displays a statutory warning that would make you run for your life, and in the first few scenes brings in a few thugs who speak a language that I haven't had the opportunity to hear till date - a bizarre mixture of English, Hindi and Tamil, doing justice to none of them.
The 'operation story', which I believed had made an exit from Malayalam films is back, and we have the hero's father hit by a deadly disease, and an even deadlier looking doctor whispering to the protagonist that he needs to cough up around 4 lakh rupees real quick, if his dad is to be saved. Off he goes on a mission to rescue daddy.
Meanwhile, his friend (played by Dhanjayan) utters a dialogue to comfort him. "There is no disease in the world that cannot be cured by medicine," he gravely states. Seems like the poor fellow is a bit out of date when it comes to health news.
But all that is forgiven, when we see a street dancer heroine, who has got a heart of gold. She is the one who provides eye-candy-relief in the film, and reminds you of one of those vamps in Bollywood in the seventies - a species that had later become extinct. She struts around dangerously, heaving and sighing and letting out wholly ridiculous conversational pieces.
The story proceeds from bad to worse and then drops down into the pits in no time, leaving you aghast at how silly and unprofessional things could get while making a film. The purpose of creating such a filmy monster escapes me, and the script and the screenplay could well have been written by a five year old.
The performances, barring those of the lead actors, make you cringe in your seats. The music is atrocious and the dance direction totally clumsy. The technical aspects add to the poor standards that are visible through out.
I would have very gladly stuck with a 'No Star' rating, if it weren't for a technical glitch that stops me from doing so. It has been barely three months into the New Year, and we have a contender for the Worst Film of the Year already, and it would be quite a tough game to beat 'IMTK' to the top slot.
